| I’d change my name to find a space to get some rest
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| I’d give my face to find a place to put my head
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| But this is who we are, there’s no glamor to it
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| I board the plane and sleep my way to LAX
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| I cried at the rain, but there’s no way that I’m depressed
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| Oh, if I think too hard, I’m scared I might lose it
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| Oh
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| The Hollywood sign don’t catch my eye much anymore
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| Oh, ooh-ooh
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| Leave it to time to make me feel I’m getting old
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| I’m living with it
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| Give me the open mind that I had before
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| I’m living with it
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| I’m living with it
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Oh, I’m a cynic
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Give me the open mind that I had before
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| They sense the blame that comes with failure and success
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| Would it make me famous if I break down in the press
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| And give them what they want, there’s no effort to it
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| Oh
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| The Hollywood sign don’t catch my eye much anymore
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| Oh, ooh-ooh
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| Leave it to time to make me feel I’m getting old
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| I’m living with it
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| Give me the open mind that I had before
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| I’m living with it
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| I’m living with it
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Oh, I’m a cynic
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Give me the open mind that I had before
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| I miss the days when one was better than the last
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| I miss the taste of growing pains I knew would pass
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| Oh, I miss those thoughts and that fear of losing
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| Oh
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| I don’t know why I see no light in anything
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| Oh, ooh-ooh
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| Leave it to life to turn my strengths back into weaknesses
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| But I’m living with 'em
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| So give me the open mind that I had before
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| I’m living with it
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| I’m living with it
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Oh, I’m a cynic
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Give me the open mind that I had before
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| There’s something missing darling, oh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| I’m living with it
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| 'Cause I’m a cynic, darling, ah
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Give me the open mind that I had before |